All alone in the darkest of rooms
No guiding light
No one to take my hand
The faint glow of the computer lights my paper and the only thing I can see m to think of is suicide
There lay a bullet laced with the finest threads of my hate
Alone and drunk a suicide is my fate
The beer clouds my thoughts as her face slips away
I slid the bullet of hate into the gun and lift it up
Sweat drains from my face and falls to the floor
Ahhh fear...it feels nice to feel more than pain again as I looks down the barrel
I lower the gun as it brushes across my lips splittin them as cold steel now rests on my tounge
I pull the hammer back as thoughts no longer circulate in my head
In a flash all I taste is stell and gunpowder
For a small brief second I see her face clear once again and her her voice yell
But its all to late I\'m afraid
Lifeless I fall to the cold cement floor of my basement
Alone I came into this world
Now alone I depart from it...
